Summary - Genesis thinks back on a memory of just before he joined SOLDIER. Armed with disguises, wooden swords, and a bundle of dumbapples, he and Angeal tried to sneak into a gathering of SOLDIER members in hopes of meeting Sephiroth.
Genesis stood overlooking the remains of Banora. Little was left of the town, Shinra had seen to that. Only a few of the Banora White trees had survived, and they weren’t in the greatest shape. Genesis sighed and returned to the catacombs, which had survived the blasts.
After descending, Genesis folded his black wing back so that it was out of his way. He smiled wryly as he remembered the first few days, years before, when so simple a movement had seemed so strange and difficult to him. That time had been full of anger and panic. the need for revenge. The need to bring Shinra to ruins, the way they had ruined Banora. But those needs weren’t what was driving him now.
Genesis walked the short path up to where he had brought what remained of his old life. He let his gaze wander over the photographs and other items. The degradation process may have torn away at his body – altering his appearance, replacing his usual colors with tints and shades of gray, and slowly, slowly killing him – but it hadn’t done a thing to his memory. Every picture, every trinket, called forth a memory from the early days of his life. A photo of him and Angeal when they were barely twelve years old, grinning from ear to ear as they practiced fighting with wooden swords, pretending they were members of SOLDIER. A mangled copy of LOVELESS, which had somehow found its way into one of the dog houses after he and Angeal had gotten into an argument with some of the other kids in the village, alongside Angeal’s first wooden sword, which had suffered a similar fate. Genesis smiled as he remembered how he and Angeal had spent the rest of that week planning their revenge.
There were more photos, letters, even more little trinkets and books, all reminders of a home now gone. Genesis turned to leave, go down the other pathway and continue looking for the gift of the goddess, which would stop his degradation, when one of the articles caught his eye. It was one of the few photos of him without Angeal nearby, instead he stood with his parents. They held a bushel of their award winning dumbapples, smiling broadly at the camera. The article told of the contest they had won, and quoted his younger self in his exclamation of how he wished he could give some of the best apples in Banora to the hero Sephiroth.
He had almost done it, too. If it hadn’t been for…
“Genesis!” A knock on the window. “Genesis, wake up!” More pounding on the window. “Come on! You’re going to miss your chance!”
Genesis sat up quickly, falling out of bed with a thump as he tried to disentangle himself from his sheets. He stood and opened the window, squinting out into the dark summer night. A shadow clung to the tree branch just outside his window. He moved back into his room and grabbed the bundle of stuff he had hidden in the back of his closet, then moved back to the window, tip-toeing in the hopes that no one else was awake in the house. When he leaned out the window this time the shadow had moved down to the ground below the window.
“Here, catch,” he whispered as he dropped his stuff down, then jumped and grabbed the tree branch. He slid down the tree trunk and landed solidly on his accomplice’s foot. He moved off, quickly looking over his shoulder as the other let out a low moan. “Sorry Angeal, I didn’t see you there,” he kept an innocent look as Angeal straightened and threw the bundle at Genesis.
“What did you put in there anyway?” Angeal asked as they started walking away from the house. “It weighs a ton.”
Genesis grinned and kept silent, hurrying through the orchard. The Banora white trees reached gracefully above them, their brilliant white trunks glowing eerily against the sky. The two walked on under the arches made by the trees stretching from one side of the path to the other.
so what do you all think? good? bad? somewhat ok? there's more but i need some comments before i post it!!!
A Treasured Memory
Part 1
Part 1
Genesis stood overlooking the remains of Banora. Little was left of the town, Shinra had seen to that. Only a few of the Banora White trees had survived, and they weren’t in the greatest shape. Genesis sighed and returned to the catacombs, which had survived the blasts.
After descending, Genesis folded his black wing back so that it was out of his way. He smiled wryly as he remembered the first few days, years before, when so simple a movement had seemed so strange and difficult to him. That time had been full of anger and panic. the need for revenge. The need to bring Shinra to ruins, the way they had ruined Banora. But those needs weren’t what was driving him now.
Genesis walked the short path up to where he had brought what remained of his old life. He let his gaze wander over the photographs and other items. The degradation process may have torn away at his body – altering his appearance, replacing his usual colors with tints and shades of gray, and slowly, slowly killing him – but it hadn’t done a thing to his memory. Every picture, every trinket, called forth a memory from the early days of his life. A photo of him and Angeal when they were barely twelve years old, grinning from ear to ear as they practiced fighting with wooden swords, pretending they were members of SOLDIER. A mangled copy of LOVELESS, which had somehow found its way into one of the dog houses after he and Angeal had gotten into an argument with some of the other kids in the village, alongside Angeal’s first wooden sword, which had suffered a similar fate. Genesis smiled as he remembered how he and Angeal had spent the rest of that week planning their revenge.
There were more photos, letters, even more little trinkets and books, all reminders of a home now gone. Genesis turned to leave, go down the other pathway and continue looking for the gift of the goddess, which would stop his degradation, when one of the articles caught his eye. It was one of the few photos of him without Angeal nearby, instead he stood with his parents. They held a bushel of their award winning dumbapples, smiling broadly at the camera. The article told of the contest they had won, and quoted his younger self in his exclamation of how he wished he could give some of the best apples in Banora to the hero Sephiroth.
He had almost done it, too. If it hadn’t been for…
“Genesis!” A knock on the window. “Genesis, wake up!” More pounding on the window. “Come on! You’re going to miss your chance!”
Genesis sat up quickly, falling out of bed with a thump as he tried to disentangle himself from his sheets. He stood and opened the window, squinting out into the dark summer night. A shadow clung to the tree branch just outside his window. He moved back into his room and grabbed the bundle of stuff he had hidden in the back of his closet, then moved back to the window, tip-toeing in the hopes that no one else was awake in the house. When he leaned out the window this time the shadow had moved down to the ground below the window.
“Here, catch,” he whispered as he dropped his stuff down, then jumped and grabbed the tree branch. He slid down the tree trunk and landed solidly on his accomplice’s foot. He moved off, quickly looking over his shoulder as the other let out a low moan. “Sorry Angeal, I didn’t see you there,” he kept an innocent look as Angeal straightened and threw the bundle at Genesis.
“What did you put in there anyway?” Angeal asked as they started walking away from the house. “It weighs a ton.”
Genesis grinned and kept silent, hurrying through the orchard. The Banora white trees reached gracefully above them, their brilliant white trunks glowing eerily against the sky. The two walked on under the arches made by the trees stretching from one side of the path to the other.
so what do you all think? good? bad? somewhat ok? there's more but i need some comments before i post it!!!